Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.